Sayen Wake
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Post by Sayen Wake on Nov 28, 2009 16:08:38 GMT -5
The forest was deadly silent as Sayen wandered the broken path. She had left the city behind in hopes of losing those who followed her. It had been months since she had seen them but they always found her. She knew she should not have stayed so long within the walls of RavenBlack. But the city had such an allure she could not resist. She had even dared to start a new life and had even earned a small job working the bar at one of the local taverns. But it had been the night of the full moon when they had come for her. She was asleep in her small one bedroom apartment when the door was kicked in.
She had just been able to avoid capture as she almost lost her life darting down the fire escape. She had not had enough time to change and had only just been able to grab a pair of slippers as she ran. Dressed in only her night cloths, which consisted of a pair of black silk trousers and a thin white short sleeved tee-shirt, she was running for her life among the cold streets of the city. Her first thought was to go to the local police station. But she had tried that once and they thought it best to try and return her to her family. They did not understand it was them she was running from.
With this thought fresh in her mind she had planned an escape route. The forest which surrounded the city was the best place to hide. She had spent many summers in her youth playing in such a forest that she knew enough to hide from a small group of rather annoying men. But since she had nothing but the clothes on her back she was not looking forward to the long night ahead.
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Her trousers caught on a bramble bush which cut into her leg. The pain was enough to make a single tear slide down her cheek, but she restrained a small cry of pain. She could not afford to give away her position by making a single sound. She knew they where close behind and still searching for her, for she could see their torch light in the distance. Venturing further into the dark dense forest Sayen quickly became very lost and any hope of doubling back to the city where forgotten as she found no source of light to guide her. Pausing she glanced up at the clear nights sky and stared into the full moon.
Part of her remembered the story her mother had once told her about the moon. She had told her than a man lived within the moon and that he would watch over and protect her when she needed him the most. But as she stared at the lifeless face of the full moon she could not draw any comfort from this story. Rubbing her arms for warmth she carried on walking. She did not know what the night would hold for her but she did know that she would spend it alone.
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Post by Seb Reed on Dec 2, 2009 7:24:43 GMT -5
The sky was mostly clear, the moon gloriously full. There were a few fluffy clouds around; every now and again they’d drift across the surface of the moon, casting shadows across the earth below. Sebastian paid no mind to the beauty of the sky, however. His snout was hovering just over the ground, inhaling the scent of sun-soaked earth and dry leaves. There was also the warm, musty smell of a full-grown rabbit. Sebastian was tracking it.
Rabbit wasn’t the hardest game, nor the kind that he could brag about. But he’d not been out here long, and he hadn’t come across anything better yet. And it’s not as if on the nights of the full moon, Sebastian came out with a plan in mind. No, instead he tried his best to avoid the city and haunted the outskirts instead. He simply hunted whatever animal crossed his path first. Sometimes it was deer, sometimes it was squirrel, though most of the time it was that happy medium—rabbit. There were far too many of them in this forest. The species was running rampant, and they needed to be controlled.
Although Sebastian had full control of his actions while in wolf form, he still allowed at least a little of the beast through. If his thoughts remained fully human, he’d laze around at home at wait for someone else to feed him. There was no fun in that.
So the human Sebastian lay beneath a layer of wolf Sebastian; wolf Sebastian was only interested in chasing rabbit, tearing into its delicate little neck and feasting on its warm meat. It was a healthy enough meal. So intent was he on tracing the rabbit to its position that Sebastian didn’t realise he’d crossed the paths of three humans. The cracking of twigs underfoot and the guttural utterance of “Shit, it’s a fucking big wolf!” alerted Sebastian to their presence; human-Sebastian struggled to the surface. The last thing he wanted was to lose control. If he ducked into the shadows and disappeared, there would be no trouble.
Except the humans didn’t see it that way. They saw a fucking large wolf as an imminent threat; a shot rang through the dense forest, the bullet clipping Sebastian in the left back leg. He yelped once in surprise, and somewhere in the back of his mind he vaguely berated himself to sounding like such a wimp. But the damned bullet had caught him off guard. He ducked further into the shadows, but the blood was pumping steadily from his back leg. The loss of the vital liquid made him dizzy. The pain made him angry. And he could have lasted, could have avoided harming anyone, if they could have just left him along.
But the branches were pushed aside and he was bathed in the harsh, unnatural light of a torch with a gun pointed directly at his heart. Sebastian’s lips pealed back to reveal a set of sharp and lethal teeth, a deep, predatory growl rumbling from deep within. He leapt at the human, paws hitting him in the middle of the chest and sending him flying backward. Another shot rang out, but it missed Sebastian, and the bullet instead lodged itself in a tree nearby. Sebastian stood atop the human; he still had enough control to keep himself from tearing the man’s throat out. But one of his companions had approached and he, too, shot at the wolf. This time, the bullet hit Sebastian in the shoulder. He made a vow, then and there, that he needed to train himself to be more prepared for this kind of thing. He was taking too much of a beating.
But that was Sebastian’s last coherent human thought. The pain and the anger combined to bring the beast completely out of its shell; the wolf’s shackles rose as he stalked toward the second human; he had a shotgun, and was wasting time reloading. Sebastian was on top of him before he could load properly, however, and his throat was torn out before he could even scream. The third human had run away, and the first was quick on his heels. Cowards.
Sebastian chased after them. They had now become prey number one. Little did they know that they were heading deeper into the forest. And little did Sebastian know that he’d been distracted from their path by the scent of a completely different human. Sebastian, the wolf, didn’t care. He was in pain, and he was out for blood.
And he finally caught up—a woman, dressed only in night-clothes and seemingly lost.
But to Sebastian, she was simply a human. He ascribed to her no state of being nor any sense of innocence. All he knew was that he’d been attacked by humans. They’d wanted him dead. She was a human, and thus she was a threat. There was a small clearing between the two of them, so that they were both bathed in silvery moonlight. Sebastian hackled remained raised, the light bouncing off the similar silvery colour of his fur; his teeth were beared and he uttered a low growl as he stalked forward. His shoulder twitched as the blood seeped from the wound, tickling at his fur as it dripped to the ground.
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Sayen Wake
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Post by Sayen Wake on Dec 5, 2009 16:36:24 GMT -5
Sayen has been walking for what seemed like hours. Her feet were red raw as she had lost her slippers to an unforgiving bramble bush. She wanted to turn back, to give into what ever fate the men who followed had for her. But she was stubborn a trait she had picked up from her mother. Rubbing her arms to generate as much heat as possible he pushed aside as many low branches as possible so her bare skin would not be cut too badly. She was regretting her choice of location but was making do with what she had. By her calculation she had possible two more hours before sunlight. Then she would be able to return home as for some reason these men only ever hunted her at night. It was if they thought she would not venture out at night and their hunt would be easier.
The sudden gunshot made Sayen scream as she took up a crouched position. Her arms clutched to her head, as if they would provide worthy protection from the bullets she could only assume where being fired at her. Crouched with her eyes tightly shut she pretended not to exist. Never before had the men used such force and now she was wondering if she had pushed them too far. But as a light breeze picked up a few strands of her dark onyx hair she dared to open one eye slowly and take a look around. She saw no gun barrel pointing directly at her head. She saw no flicker light which would indicate the direction of her ‘attackers’. Yet she remained still, listening, wondering.
As the silence caused her to relax she half stood but quickly ducked back down when she heard another shot. But this time she did not take so much time to take in what was going on. Two shots was one too many and she quickly rose and started to run frantically into the dark forest. She had no given direction and soon found her feet tripping over every small branch and stone which littered the path ahead. Her previous wish to not harm her skin was forgotten as she allowed branches to cause deep whelps. All she wanted was to escape, to get away from the men and to sleep.
Stumbling once more she preformed an almost perfect forward roll and landed facing a clearing. A small flicker of hope struck her then. If she could find some place to hide she could use this clearing to observe all her surroundings. Crawling forward, the energy to walk no longer in her grasp, she reached the other side of the clearing and settled close to a tree trunk. It was not the best hiding place in the world but it was all she could muster as sheer exhaustion took hold.
Sayen glanced up at the night’s sky. Still no clouds masked the haunting stare of the full moon. If this had been any other situation she might have taken comfort from the moons light. But all she wanted now was to hide and the light made this very difficult. Her eyes snapped back to the clearing as she heard a low growl in the shadows. Blinking a few times she tried to look past the darkness. But her mind had already decided to make every small movement a monster in her mind. The flutter of the leaves on the trees turned into ghostly howls and she shivered.
She suddenly felt uneasy, as the small fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could see nothing but endless darkness but she knew she was not alone. She imagined a pair of red eyes watching her from afar and she started to back into the forest. She was brave but what ever she was to face now she knew it was not human. Her first thought was to the growl she had heard. Maybe there was something to those tales of beast living within the forest. But she shook her head, trying to regain some form of control over her emotions. No, at worst it was a large bear… wait that was no better.
Her flight and fight response kicked in and thankfully she took the cowards route. Turning sharply she fled. She did not wish to face what ever it was that was behind her. All she wanted now was to find sanctuary. As she ran she felt tears running down her cheeks. Without a conscious thought she was coming to terms with her own mortality and it scared her. She wanted to go home, she was even willing to return to her father and marry who ever he forced upon her. Blinded by tears she stumbled and collapsed into a shallow stream.
Shivering she remained half submerged in the water, some sense returning to her. If it was an animal that followed her wouldn’t her scent be masked by the water? Clinging blindly to this hope she waited in silence praying that she would at last be left alone.
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Post by Seb Reed on Dec 6, 2009 4:43:30 GMT -5
The human remained poised for a few moments, still, as if waiting for something to happen. For those few moment, the wolf’s growling stopped and he stalked forward, his large paws making no sound upon the damp ground. If anything, he knew how to hunt. And humans? They were prime game. At least, the wolf considered them prime game, mainly because it had been denied such a chase for a very long time. The last time Sebastian had lost control, he’d sired Bryce. She’d been a lone human out in the woods, too. Sebastian had tried to warn her away from him, but to no avail.
This one would have no warning, however. No chance at escape. The wolf would probably have attacked regardless, but the fact that the human started to run only made him want her more. It was more fun, that way. The loss of blood only fuelled the wolf’s spirit and clouded Sebastian’s judgment; his good sense and control were clouded, curled up in some dark corner of the wolf’s consciousness.
The human ran with no care for her own safety. Well, that could be argued—she ran in order to keep herself away from danger, but she did so without grace. The brambles cut at her legs and arms and the scent of her blood was fresh on the air. It only helped the wolf to track her. The wolf was not hindered by the obstacles the forest provided. Instead, he leapt over fallen logs and ducked under the low-hanging branches; he could see perfectly in the dim light, and he was able to pick the best footing so that he never stumbled. He was never far behind the woman.
If the wolf was able to laugh, he would have. The woman had stumbled into a stream and had stopped, as if the water would help her cause. The wolf crept through the shadows close to the stream, closer to the woman, keeping quiet and out of her sight. He crept forward with his belly low to the ground, mouth opening and closing as he licked his lips. Finally, when he was close enough and the woman showed no signs of moving, he burst out of the undergrowth and into the water, paws landing heavily against her chest as he knocked her down; his jaw snapped closed over her shoulder and neck, teeth digging into the tender flesh. The blood seeped from the wound to mix with the ice-cold water. The wolf realised that the flowing stream was not the best place to devour a meal. His footing was all wrong, and the water continually threatened to sweep his prize away.
So he let go momentarily in order to rearrange himself, gripping the same shoulder once more in order to drag the struggling near-carcass from the water. He’d only just reached the shore when a darkness fell across the forest. The silvery light of the moon was waning, and almost gone. The wolf’s mind was weakening, and the mind of Sebastian slowly started to re-awaken. The moon was setting. Sebastian let go of the woman and instinctually glanced up at the sky. His ears flattened against his head and he backed away from the woman, shaking his head from side to side as if to get rid of a fly. As soon as Sebastian, the human, realised what he’d done, he turned and fled the scene.
He assumed the woman was dead.
The wolf stumbled back through the forest to the house he called home. The moon continued to set, and soon there was no more stumbling wolf but instead a stumbling man, gasping and cursing under his breath as he desperately sought the welcoming lights of the mansion so that he could dig the cursed bullets out of his thigh and shoulder.
And then he’d try to forget that this night ever happened.
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Sayen Wake
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Post by Sayen Wake on Dec 6, 2009 19:40:07 GMT -5
Sayen shivered as the ice cold water sapped away all heat from her body. But she refused to move, she knew that she would not be able to escape and was still praying that the water would provide some safe haven. But as she clung to this hope she heard the crash from the forest and was just able to turn in time to see a large beast lunge at her. She turned just in time to offer less of her throat and more of her shoulder as the beasts teeth dug deep into her flesh. There was little she could do as the beast’s weight forced her under the water. She tried to kick out but her legs where almost frozen and the muscles refused to move. She was helpless and at the mercy of what ever it was that held her. There was a brief second of light as the beast let her go. Sayen thought that maybe it was bored with her and she would no longer pose any interest for it. But her relief was quickly taken as the animal once more bite down onto her shoulder. This time she screamed out in pain as he started to drag her to the waters edge. She wanted nothing more now than to stay submerged in the ice cold water. It had been her last hope and she was not yet ready to let go of life. She was trembling now, so much so that every other thought in her mind turned to just staying alive.
It was that second that she felt the beast once more release her. She did not waste any time and allowed every muscle in her body to go limp. It was a risk but she would prefer to risk her life against the stream than the animal. Her last glimpse of the world was of the animal which had attacked her backing away. She almost smiled at how human its expressions seemed to be before she slipped under the surface of the water. Her eyes closed as she allowed the current to take her away. She still wanted to live but hypothermia had already set in and she could not force herself to remain awake.
Lost in darkness her whole system started to shut down and she allowed it. The watery grave posed a somewhat peaceful attraction she could not ignore. At least now she was free from her father’s grip, free to be what ever she could dream of. And dream she did. Images flashed before her eyes, first of a life she did not know. People she had never met, she felt different hopes, dreams and fears. She was then launched forward, it was night again and she was looking at a man. She could not place a name or even face to this man but she trusted him without a second thought. He was offering her something, a chance at a new life. Something was wrong with her, something was wrong with her heart and he offered her salvation.
Her dream then flashed forward once more. She was within the forest, but she was not herself. She was something else something more instinctual. And there was another woman, much like herself though younger. She faced a similar beast yet survived. Sayen suddenly felt a kinship towards this woman yet she could not place her face or name once more… Sayen’s eyes suddenly snapped open and with strength she did not know she possessed she flung herself at the bank of the river she was floating in and pulled herself onto the shore. Every muscle in her body screamed with pain yet she did not feel cold. It was quite the opposite, her whole body burned. She cried out in pain and rolled onto her back. She should be dead… she knew she was dead. But with every breath she took her whole body came alive.
Slowly she lifted her hand to the wound on her shoulder and her fingers traced the bite marks. They were much large than she had expected and pulsed with pain. Looking up at the sky which now glowed with a healthy orange shade she considered everything which had happened. The animal which had bitten her, the events leading up to her attack everything seemed so out of order. It was then that the pain in her stomach made her turn onto her side and take up a foetal position. The fire within her veins was making the world glow with vibrant colours and every sense she owned magnified her surroundings to the point she wished to crawl back into the river.
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Many hours later
Sayen awoke and stretched something she quickly regretted. Her shoulder refused to stop bleeding and all her attempts to move her only caused her body to lose its strength. So she had pulled herself as far from the river as possible and curled up to rest. She had not meant to sleep so long and now she looked up at the sky she guessed she had possible three hours before sunset. Sitting up she shivered though she did this more for her own sanity than because of the cold. Her veins still burned but she had now grown so used to the sensation she found it quite relaxing.
Searching her surroundings with her eyes she could not see any landmark she knew. The river must have taken her further away from the city than she had previously guessed. As she relaxed she started to hear a small buzz at the back of her mind. At first she ignored it. But after an hour it became so loud it was starting to cause her head to ache. Closing her eyes she concentrated, assuming she still had water in her ears. But as she did so something stranger and rather frightful happened. For a brief moment she felt someone else. Another presence so close she turned sharply expecting to see someone standing over her. But as soon as her concentration was broken this presence faded back to the low buzz in the back of her mind.
She was still shaking from the experience as she tried to catch her breath. It was impossible; there could not have been anything there. “Dear God please… I don’t want to die like this… please… help” She repeated this message over and over in her mind. She knew no one was listening but he offered her some comfort while she tried to make sense of what was happening. Looking to her wound and considering what had just happened she concluded she must have been infected by the animal which had bitten her. She half smiled when she thought of all she had gone through. She had faced such dangers and now was going to die because the beast which had bitten her had given her rabies.
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Post by Seb Reed on Dec 29, 2009 5:08:52 GMT -5
Sebastian dozed restlessly, his brow furrowed into a perpetual frown even though he was supposed to be in a state of relaxation. The news Rakav had revealed to him had him wondering whether he and Bryce ought to be in the same house as the man, but Sebastian was too weary to move, and they had nowhere to go anyway. And if Sebastian was too weary, than Bryce definitely would not be up to anything too hardy. His body was tense, too, as he was perpetually aware of Bryce in the bed beside him; she was injured, and she needed her rest more than he did. He did not want to disturb her, or disrupt her sleep, lest he disrupt the healing process. And he was disturbed, too, about the things Bryce had said. He needed to talk to her, to question her fully about the things she chose to keep hidden from him. The dynamic between them had changed. She was no longer just his ‘offspring’. She was something more, and it was a relationship that required truth and honesty. He was half sleeping, half wakeful, when a voice reverberated amongst his half-formed thoughts; Dear God please… I don’t want to die like this… please… help. The words repeated themselves, over and over, and Sebastian in his weary state at first assumed that it was his subconscious hoping for some miracle to solve all the problems that had started to crowd around him. But he stirred when he realised the voice was not his own. It was not a half-formed subconscious voice. It was a real voice. A woman’s voice. And it was being delivered to him via a weak telepathic link, as if the person using it wasn’t aware, or didn’t know how. Sebastian sat bold upright in bed, his breath held as he closed his eyes, concentrating on the voice and the person it belonged to. As he continued to focus on the feminine voice, an image flashed in front of his mind’s eye as an extra link was simultaneously obvious—a river, blood, a woman dressed for sleep with a terrified look in her eyes. He thought he’d killed her. He was wrong. “Fuck me.” He snapped as he thrust the sheets from his upper body and scrambled for the first t-shirt he could find. He pulled it over his head as he left the room. He tramped down the stairs two at a time, slammed out the back door and sped into the forest. There was now only a very dull ache in his shoulder and calf. The bullet wounds from the night before had all but healed. On the surface there would only appear faint pink spots, and it was only the muscle tissue underneath that had yet to heal completely. The wounds didn’t hinder Sebastian one bit as he retraced his steps from the night before; his attention was upon the newfound link, and the voice that, even now, continued to sporadically invade his mind. When he waded through a shallow stream, Sebastian knew he had to be close. She was not where he had left her, and Sebastian was forced to pick his way downstream. There were signs of movement on a beach by the river, as if someone had been there not too long ago, and had dragged themselves away. Sebastian warily followed the trail until he found the woman. The blood coating her shoulder gave her away as the very same woman he’d attacked the night before. Another metaphorical weight settled itself heavily upon Sebastian’s shoulders as he knew, now, without a doubt that he’d sired without meaning to. Again. He made no attempt to silence his approach. He crouched beside the woman, reaching a hand out to her though not touching her. He was unsure of her temperament, and did not want to startle her overly much. He didn’t know whether she’d know him, or recognise him. It was doubtful, but it was still possible—possible in the exact same way that he knew that she was now a Werewolf, and inherently linked to himself. “Hey...are you alright?” He said, bowing his head so as to get a better look at her.
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Sayen Wake
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Post by Sayen Wake on Jan 12, 2010 11:28:14 GMT -5
Sayen shivered though she was running a fever. Her skin was hot to touch and her head felt like it was about to explode. Every time she closed her eyes she saw flashes of memories which where not her own. She could not make out faces, nor could she comprehend what was being said but it disturbed her none the less. Pulling her knees close to her chest she buried her head into her arms and tried to block out all the thoughts. As soon as she found some peace an overwhelming smell took hold and she wrinkled her nose. Everything around her seemed so close now.
She could smell the dew on the grass, the bark of the trees and the running water of the near by stream. She could hear a single bird among a chorus as clearly as if it was perched on her shoulder. As her skin brushed up against the bark of the tree she could feel every contour of its rough texture and she filched away as if burnt. Every sensation was too intense and she felt as if she would be overwhelmed and die shivering in her night clothes.
It was then that she heard the footsteps drawing closer. She dared not look up as she retreated further in on herself. If it was possible she would have climbed into the tree behind her to hide. But all her energy was being used to keep her wits about her. If she lost anything tonight she did not wish to lose herself. It was then that she felt the presence of a hand floating uncomfortably close. The voice then broke through all the barriers she had tried to place up and she slowly lifted her head from her arms and stared into the eyes of a male she had not seen before.
She instantly lifted her hand to her shoulder, as if to protect it or hide it from this man. But a sense of familiarity prevented her from screaming out. She knew she did not know this man, everything about him was strange. But she trusted him without question. It was at this point that she realised just how pathetic she looked. Normally she was so head strong, willing to try anything and stand up for her beliefs no matter how trivial. But now all she wanted was to go home. She was even considering giving into her fathers demands if it meant she could escape the night before.
Her lips parted as if she was about to speak but all that escaped was a pitiful whimper which made her cast her gaze down. This man was trying to help and all she could do was feel pity for herself… no, she would not allow this to beat her. Swallowing away the worst of her tears she clenched her hands into fists and looked up one more time… but for a second perhaps more she blacked out and something different crept forward. What stared at the man for a brief moment was not the afraid woman shivering but the eyes of a primal wolf which smirked slightly as if it knew something the woman did not.
But this only lasted a second and once more the woman looked up her eyes begging for help. “Something…” She broke of, how would she explain to this stranger that a large wolf like animal had attacked her. She did not wish to appear insane as well. “Something attacked me…please I do not want to stay here, it might come back. Please, I just need a phone. Please help me.” She felt helpless and though it was not in her nature to request help from anyone she had no choice but to ask so much of this stranger.
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Post by Seb Reed on Jan 20, 2010 22:22:50 GMT -5
The woman did not need to ask for his help. Sebastian would have given it regardless. Not only was it his duty to do so now, he would never have been able to resist her pleading. She’d flinched when he’d approached, protecting herself and her wound from any approaching danger. Fair enough, she’d probably had a rough night. As had Sebastian. He’d not yet recovered fully from his own wounds or from his confrontation with Rakav. His nerves were shot, and he too felt wary and suspicious of everything.
Bryce was his saving grace. And this woman was not a threat... not in her current state. Sebastian’s beastly demeanour, which had not dissipated from the night before, abated and was softened by the woman in front of him. She was now part of the pack whether she liked it or not. But she didn’t recognise him as the one who’d attacked her. And Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Not just yet. She’d find out sooner or later. He’d have to take her back to the house, where the others would be present. It was his duty to explain the situation to her.
But he would do so when she was cleaned up and comfortable.
“Yes, these woods are swarming with creatures who like nothing better than to attack the unwary.” He said, face falling into a regretful frown. He was taking a dig at himself. He had to learn to control himself better. He had to learn to keep the beast at bay, even when injured. He made a vow, then and there, to work on it in the future. The frown was hiding an inward grimace—she didn’t know that what had attacked her had certainly come back. But she had nothing to fear from it now. The beast was trying to make up for its bad deed.
““My name is Sebastian Reed. The house isn’t too far away.” He said, unable to call it ‘his’ house as, after last night, he wasn’t sure he even felt welcome there. But it was his only option. Rakav can’t have lost all his wits. He ought to understand. Sebastian shuffled closer, reaching for the woman’s hand whilst winding an arm around behind her back. If she could not walk, he’d carry her, regardless of the fact that his leg continue to ache and his shoulder protested.
“We’ll get you cleaned up and comfortable, and we’ll get you a phone.” He said. The grieving glint to his eyes may have betrayed the fact that he didn’t want her to go anywhere, at least not for a couple of days. And he’d need to find her again before the moon completed another course. And he did not mention a hospital, or getting her any professional help. It was a miracle she’d survived out here in the forest after losing so much blood. The werewolf gene was not kind to most—he’d had to feed his own blood to Bryce to assure that she’d survive it. This one, however, had survived without any more of his blood. She’d survived through pure will.
He couldn’t help but be curious as to what kind of werewolf she would be. Even as he gazed at her now, he could sense how powerful she was already, despite her weakened state. It confused him, that she should be almost as powerful as he was, and she’d only been this beast for a single night, if not less.
His first thought was that Rakav could have the answer.
But then he remembered his current footing with Rakav, and dismissed the thought. He’d have to try figure it out for himself. It did not matter now, anyhow. What mattered now was getting this woman home, and gently breaking the worst kind of news to her.
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Post by Sayen Wake on Jan 24, 2010 16:14:02 GMT -5
She nodded silently as he spoke about the forest, she had already assumed as much but it comforted her to know that she was not seeing things and going insane. Though it did raise the question why he was out here alone, but she did not care to think on the answer for too long. Questions could come later once she was safe. As he offered his name she looked into his eyes wondering if she could trust him with hers. It seemed so fickle but her name was all she had left now, or so she thought.
At the mention of four solid walls she smiled weakly, anything was better than this forest. Even if it was a strangers home. She flinched as he supported her, an inbuilt reaction to any touch. She did not shy away from the support, she knew she needed it. But a sudden urge to close her eyes tight almost over powered her. It was only what was left of her will that allowed her to prevent this involuntary action. She followed him without question, again feeling calm and safe in his presence. Another question was raised, why did she feel this way. But again it was pushed aside as the answer was as equally unimportant as the last.
As he said cleaned up her vanity forced her to look down at her attire and she could not help but laugh lightly. She looked terrible, her clothes where covered in dirt and what she hoped was silt from the stream she had spent so much time in. She reached up and tried to run her fingers through her hair, only to be met with large knots which probably made her look like some crazed scientist. If it had been any other night she would have wish to curl up in a dark place and forget everything. But looks were unimportant tonight.
As he mentioned a phone she smiled, he was going to let her go. Some subconscious thought had imprinted the image of a deranged psychopath into her mind. But if he allowed her the use of a phone he was harmless. As this fear subsided she looked up at Sebastian. “Sayen… you can call me Sayen.” She did not offer her last name. It was not a name she wished to be associated with any longer. She walked on in his supporting arms in silence for a little longer before realising she had not thanked him. “Thank you Sebastian, for your kindness… Someone upstairs must really be looking out for me tonight.”
She was not religious and her comment was only meant to lighten the mood she felt. Her weak attempt at humour was her way of appearing better than she felt. After all a sickly person was never really know for their sense of humour.
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Post by Seb Reed on Jan 27, 2010 6:28:04 GMT -5
Sebastian offered her a grim sort of smile at her comment. Someone upstairs must really be looking after her? Sebastian doubted that very much. This was an affair of the Earth, and there was no one looking out for them. Though, he supposed, someone could be looking out for her if she’d lasted all this time and had not died. But it had been Sebastian who’d put her in this state to begin with and now it was Sebastian who was trying to help her out of it.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Sayen, even if under dire circumstances.” He said, helping her along as they slowly followed the path (or what could be found of it) back to the manor.
“But if someone upstairs is looking out for you, they have a pretty bad sense of humour.” He told her, trying his hand at amusement instead of giving in to his guilt and despair. He did not want to tell her offhandedly that it was quite alright, and that his helping her was what any good Samaritan should do. For it was not just a random act of kindness. She was part of the pack, now, and his responsibility.
He thought of Bryce and his vow to help her control the beast on the next full moon. It now looked as if he’d be keeping his eye on two wolves instead of one, and he felt the express pressure to never lose control of himself ever again. Not if these were the consequences.
He bowed his head, keeping an eye on the track and knowing that he should inform Sayen of what had attacked and what she now was. It was his responsibility to tell her that he was the one who’d done it, and that she would be offered a haven at the manor, and that he would always be there to help her, should she need it.
And he vowed that he would tell her these things, but first he wanted to get her home. The last thing he wanted was to startle her and have her run off into the forest. He did not want to have to bring her home by force. No, it was best to get her cleaned up and resting before breaking the bad news to her.
And it was only now that he started to wonder what Sayen’s welcome would be. How would Bryce react? Rakav and Rayen were not home; at least, Sebastian had not heard or sensed when he’d left, but he’d been in a hurry and he could have been wrong. He’d left Bryce asleep in his bed, and there was a good chance she’d still be asleep when they got back. But again, who knew?
“So why were you out here in the middle of the night, anyhow?” Sebastian asked for the sake of conversation. He’d been quiet too long, and there was no harm in getting to know Sayen a little before she found out the truth. Perhaps she’d let slip some information that might help him find her again lest she leave in a hurry. Sure, he wasn’t going to keep her there against her will. But he’d have to find her again before the next full moon, for both his sake and hers.
“Didn’t anyone tell you these parts of the woods are no good around this time of the month...?” It was a hint toward the darker nature of some of the wolves—he was wondering whether she at least knew about the existence of werewolves, or vampires. Some people in the city were aware, others chose to remain ignorant, and others still were visitors who had no idea about the city.
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Post by Sayen Wake on Jan 28, 2010 10:33:43 GMT -5
Sayen listened in silence here eyes focused on the path ahead. She had a strange feeling building in the back of her mind. Every so often she would glance up at Sebastian before frowning and looking back at the floor. She could not explain it, and dared not to give it much thought. But for some reason she felt as if she knew him. The feeling had appeared before, when he had introduced himself. But it was growing with every second that passed. But it was impossible; she had never seen him before. She was rather good with faces and knew that he had never appeared within the tavern where she worked. But still he was not a true stranger and this concerned her.
She barely heard his question and it took her a while to process what he had said and then asked. ‘Time of the month’? A brow rose as she tried to comprehend this. She knew of the dangers of the city, and that some of its inhabitancies where a little ‘unique’ but they had never caused her any cause for alarm. In fact she had gotten to know quite a few and they even walked her home at night… but the forest. She had only heard a few rumours and nothing else. Apart from the rather large animal which had attacked her she had not known of any danger in the forest.
She wanted to ask what he meant, but she got the impression that he would not answer. Again the feeling of some kind of link told her this. “I often take a nightly stroll in just my night clothes to keep me on my toes.” She instantly regretted saying that and for a second did not even know where that had come from. She had not planned on saying that, she had even formulated a much more suitable response. She instantly looked away and found her feet extremely interesting.
Her hand reached up to her shoulder then and she felt the burn of her skin against her cold hands. It was the fever; it was messing with her head. She nodded as if to answer her own assumption before taking a breath. “It was not my choice to be here. I have a very overpowering father and he wants me to marry…” She broke off, why was she telling him this. He was a stranger yet she was offering information to him as if he was her closest friend.
Something was wrong, everyone was too perfect. Too set in place to be normal. She instant dug her heels into the ground and stopped pulling away from him before folding her arms across her chest. “Who… what are you? Her tone was extremely harsh and full of unspoken accusations. She did not wish to remain in the forest, but as her mind slowly focused she knew that her situation might not improve if she blindly followed a strange man at night to his home. Images of serial killers jumped to mind, based solely on movies she had seen. But they still influenced her defensive stance.
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Post by Seb Reed on Jan 29, 2010 7:41:29 GMT -5
They’d reached a bump in the road. Both metaphorically and, it felt, literally too. Sayen had come to a complete stop and Sebastian was forced to release her. She would not move until she got some answers, it seemed. So Sebastian found himself in a predicament. Either way he chose to go, he did not believe he’d be received kindly or with any more trust.
His first option: He could try to calm her and tell her he’d explain things when they got back home. It seemed the best option to Sebastian, but he knew he was telling the truth. Sayen, however, might see it as avoidance, a way to get her to play along. It was acceptable that she be wary of a stranger who wanted only to get her back to his home as soon as possible.
The second option was just to tell her who he was, what he’d done to her, and thus why he was so inclined to help her now. She can’t have been too untrusting, as she’d told him rather carelessly of her night-time walking habits and of her father...which, by the way, Sebastian found off. He may have been her father, but that still didn’t give him the right to force her into anything. Whatever the case, if he framed his words the right way, perhaps she’d be calmly receptive. Perhaps she’d accept his apology with an ounce of grace, if he assured her he meant her no harm?
Of course, Sebastian could always feign ignorance—tell her that he was a simply guy who lived nearby and who’d found her on his evening run. But that would be a lie. And small lies beget more lies, and if he did that things would surely spiral out of control. Or, when he finally did tell her the truth, it would sound worse because of the former lies. So he gritted his teeth and steeled himself for what he had to say.
“Alright. There’s a good chance you’re not going to believe what I tell you, but I ask that you have an open mind.” This was a bad idea. She was going to think he was a lunatic, and then she definitely wouldn’t want to go anywhere with him. He forced his eyes to focus, to keep them locked with hers, so that he at least did not look in any way, skittish, like a mad person might.
“Last night was a full moon. And, every month on a full moon, there are some of us here in the outskirts who are obligated to kind of...turn into wolves. Big wolves.” Now was the moment of truth. Every fibre of Sebastian’s being wanted to stop there, but he’d only really half answered her questions, and it was his duty to go on.
“I can usually keep perfect control of myself. My pack, it’s a rule that we never harm humans. We stay away from them. But last night there were some men. They weren’t...I think they were hunters of some kind. I don’t know why they were here. They shot at me, and I was not expecting it. I tried to get away, so I wouldn’t harm them, but I got hit by another bullet.” As he said this, he pulled his shirt aside to reveal the ugly red wound on his shoulder, even though it had mostly healed by now.
“I lost too much blood. I lost control. It’s almost like I blacked out, though I can still vaguely remember what I did, like some kind of nightmare. And when I came around again I...” he paused, shifted his weight on his feet, and made sure not to make any sudden movements. He didn’t want to startle her more than he probably already was.
“I was attacking you. I thought you were dead. So I left you behind. But I’ve found you now and you’re not dead. So I’m going to help you as much as you’ll let me.” He told her. It was a lot of information for her to digest. Too much, really. So, unless she asked specifically, he would not tell her just yet that she was a werewolf and that her life would never be the same.
“I promise you I’m not going to hurt you, and I promise you’ll get to use a phone.” He reassured her, and then waited for any reaction that might come, tensed to spring to action if needs be.
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Post by Sayen Wake on Jan 31, 2010 6:56:34 GMT -5
A good chance she was not going to believe him, there was a possibility but in truth she was ready to believe anything now. She knew of the other world but always chose to ignore it as none from that world ever bothered her. But she had only been within the city for a few months, she had been lucky. She wanted to curse then her luck always ran out in the end and it seemed this time it had also decided to throw her in with the lions just to see how she would cope. She nodded however, a silent promise that she would keep an open mind for as long as she could understand what he was saying.
Listening carefully her eye widened a little as he mentioned wolves… big wolves. She wanted to laugh then and almost choked as she kept it at bay. She was keeping an open mind, she would not laugh nor would she turn and run… well at least not yet anyway. As she listened she started to form images in her mind, based on the movies she had seen. The word pack and full moon brought forward terrifying images of beast like creatures which wanted nothing more than to eat her flesh and dance in her blood. But as she looked into his eyes she saw something which made her reconsider. Even if he was a beast there was still a part of him which was human.
Everything up till now she had taken in and was even willing to accept it. After all she had heard far worse things about the city than what he was telling her. But that instant of acceptance was quickly pushed aside when he spoke the truth of what had happened. He had been the cause of her attack; he had tried to kill her. She took a step back, but something made her hold her ground. Where fear should have been anger rose. He was just like them. He had hunted her and wished her harm. This she was having trouble accepting. Before he had appeared like her saviour, a friend in the dark. But now she could not bring herself to look at him without feeling disgusted.
Even his promise did nothing to abate her growing anxiety which was telling her she should leave now and die alone within the forest. But pride caught her and something within her clicked on. He had tried to kill her, but the men which where following her had possible tried to kill him. Was this some form of balance which was trying to be formed? Her life for his? She was frozen to the spot then; if she went with him he could still try and finish what he had started. Was she to believe he was kind, or was she to believe he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She swayed more towards the latter, but her chances alone where slim at best. It was at this point she became painfully aware of her silence.
Glancing up slowly she met his gaze with a challenging look. Something within her wanted to attack, to prove itself against him. She could not shake this idea yet she did not act upon it. He was here now; she was trapped and knew in her current state she had no hope of escape. She would have to follow like a good little girl and hide her need for revenge. She formed a plan in her mind. Play along, be kind, be accepting… forgiving even. And when the time came use everything in her power to destroy him and all he had. And she knew she could do this, something told her she could do this.
She sighed and relaxed before smiling and nodding her head. “I understand. I do not know if I believe, but I understand. Sometimes the choice to do certain things is taken from our hands and we are forced to do things we normally would never do. I do not know if I can offer forgiveness for what you have done to me Sebastian. But I understand… There is little I can do now but follow, if what you say is true those men might still be out there and I cannot survive without assistance.”
She stepped forward and stood at his side once more, though this time she did not lean on him for assistance. She did not know it but her body was already healing the wound she had received last night. She started to walk once more and with each step new strength rushed into her veins, a strength she would, in time, use against him.
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 8, 2010 2:28:28 GMT -5
Sebastian was struck dumb. His defensive attitude dropped, muscles relaxing as she calmly told him that she understood. She understood. She didn’t know whether she believed him but she understood?! It made absolutely no sense. He didn’t understand how she could be so calm and collected. For one, if she did have the smallest belief in what he’d told her, her entire life had been turned inside out. That aside, if she did not believe him, why was she still willing to tag along behind him? Surely she’d think him mad.
Of course, he did not expect her forgiveness, not right away. Hell, he didn’t know whether he’d ever get it. He still didn’t know whether he had Bryce’s forgiveness. Maybe forgiveness was something he’d have to willingly sacrifice. Yeah, it was uncomfortable to have regret sitting on his shoulders but it might just be the punishment he had to live with.
The only feasible reason he could think of that she was so calm and willing to follow him, was because she had bigger problems, and she had no other option. Sebastian did not know Sayen, not one bit. So it was possibly she was smarter than anybody could give her credit for; she had common sense and wits. Don’t anger the werewolf and she’d be fine. The werewolf would offer her shelter and protection from those who pursued her.
But what she hoped to gain after that, he didn’t know.
Whatever the case, the slack on his face was wiped clean as she stepped forward again. He wasn’t in the position to question her thoughts or motives. She was still going to come with him, and without a fuss. It’s all he could have hoped for. Maybe the fates were smiling down upon him; his night had been horrid, and now they were offering him a reprieve.
So he continued to follow the path homeward, wary of her presence by his side. She walked without needing assistance. She was already healing. Bryce took longer than that to heal, and yet she’d been in this world longer than Sayen. How was it possible that Sayen was so much more powerful? The question continued to return. He pushed it aside, sighing as he asked a more pertinent question.
“Those men... were chasing you on behalf of your father? Because... you won’t marry who he wants you to marry?” Sebastian asked, tentatively. He glanced sideways to watch her, as if in an attempt to figure her out.
And even as he asked the question the manor loomed ahead of them, the large wall with the gate in the side that he’d exited out of, and which stood ajar when it probably shouldn’t have. His fault, no doubt. As soon as they were both through the gate he closed it behind him, locking out the forest and its looming dangers. No dangers particularly worrisome to Sebastian, but dangers that he wanted to keep out nonetheless.
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Post by Sayen Wake on Feb 11, 2010 15:44:53 GMT -5
Sayen saw the large house looming in the distance long before she heard him talk. She was so fascinated by the buildings architecture that she almost did not understand the question. But it did not take her long to process his words and feel her cheeks redden with embarrassment. She should not have let that slip, but tonight was not like any normal night. Looking at him in a sideways manner she considered a few answers, testing them first in her mind. None felt truly right or real but all in a way where true. She lowered her gaze and sighed there was no escaping her past it would seem. And though she had sworn to take revenge on Sebastian for what had happened she did not feel any need to deny him the chance to understand her. In a way it seemed very poetic, if he was to die it only seemed right that he die at the hands of a friend.
“I am going to assume the men who shot you are the men who wanted to capture me…” She sighed sadly “Yes my father wants me to marry; he has this amusing notion that because I dishonoured him by being born a woman I will bare him an heir to his estate. What he does not seem to understand is that I am no lady, Or a thing he can sell off to the highest bidder. So I ran and have been running for the past two years… But I guess now I cannot run, but then in truth I do not think I would want to. I am curious to see just how much damage I can do with your curse running through my veins.”
The last sentence she spoke she looked away from him and suddenly became very distant. Her eyes glazed over as if she was watching an extremely boring movie on a large screen before her. The flash of memories lasted only a second and she looked back at Sebastian with a pleasant smile, as if she has said nothing untoward. Without thinking Sayen rubbed her shoulder where she had been bitten and instantly pulled her hand away. She strained her neck as she tired to see the wound but the darkness only allowed a few glimpses. Slowly she touched her shoulder with her fingers and drew in a Sharp breath.
Where there should have been a number of gaping wounds where his teeth had sunk into her flesh only rough lumps of skin remained. They where tender to touch but the pain was much less than it were before. For the first time since the attack she felt true fear. Her plans to take revenge and not allow Sebastian close were instantly forgotten as she looked at him, a pleading look in her eyes. “There…there is no wound. Why is there no wound? There should be a wound. What is happening to me?”
She recalled what he had said about the wolves and that he had bitten her. But she had not truly taken into account what that meant for her. She had thought that he was taking her back to his place to help her because he had attacked her. It had never occurred to her that she was now some kind of beast, like him, a monster. The fear inside her grew but she did not run. She could not feel anything as her mind blacked out. This was what it had been waiting for, the chance to take hold and talk to its maker. But as soon as the beast found its eyes and looked directly at Sebastian it said nothing. This time the small change did not go away in seconds. It just smiled as its wolven eyes blinked slowly. The woman still stood before him but a beast was in control.
Slowly it walked forward towards the house, it could smell the others. They were sleeping and she would not wake them up. But it wanted to be closer to them, it knew that they where her pack and that she belonged with them. The beast looked over its shoulder and smiled sweetly at its maker; it climbed the stairs to the front door and waited silently for him to follow. Obedience was the game it was playing right now and it wanted nothing more than to win.
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